awareness is the enemy of sanity
”Not even once? I’ll need to get a second opinion about that,” Finn says seriously, as if he is the sort of man who is utterly full of cheer and will struggle to get even through an hour without laughter. Watching with unfettered - if not exhausted - interest at the bubble of whiskey that heats itself up before his eyes, Finn tilts the glass to and fro, as if trying to get the liquid to reform into a sphere.
So utterly oblivious is the Spyglass to Remi’s discomfort, his unease at showing, touching, even being too near him, he has little to do other than to wait for him to change his shirt. Still, he at least occupies himself with sipping at the hot whiskey, feeling more of that liquid heat flood his veins and numb the sharpest edges of his senses, where the faces of dead children live.
”Cheers,” he agrees wholeheartedly once Remi is dressed again, having seen much more than he makes a show about, merely stepping forward to clink glasses with the Alchemist. It’s a mistake, obviously, and the world starts to spin a bit, Finn reaching out for the back of the chair to steady himself. ”Sorry, I swear I’m not usually a lightweight.”
So utterly oblivious is the Spyglass to Remi’s discomfort, his unease at showing, touching, even being too near him, he has little to do other than to wait for him to change his shirt. Still, he at least occupies himself with sipping at the hot whiskey, feeling more of that liquid heat flood his veins and numb the sharpest edges of his senses, where the faces of dead children live.
”Cheers,” he agrees wholeheartedly once Remi is dressed again, having seen much more than he makes a show about, merely stepping forward to clink glasses with the Alchemist. It’s a mistake, obviously, and the world starts to spin a bit, Finn reaching out for the back of the chair to steady himself. ”Sorry, I swear I’m not usually a lightweight.”
for once you hear the screaming
it never stops
FINN
